This is a song about "Chicago"

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Get you high, keep it on the low

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

High: that's why they call us planes

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

I like my girls skinny with brains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence