This is a song about "Comparing cells to a city"

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

In this city so just bow down to my feet

Its like comparing chipmunks to biggie smalls,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

We vegetables, on them record labels