This is a song about "Chiraq and chitown"

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

And don't ever (and don't ever)

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

For the low that nine cheap

And stop playing hide and seek,

And their mothers and fathers

Im always on the yard like farmers

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual