This is a song about "Dropouts in chicago"

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

This the chicago school, fool, best i show a little bit of style

My motto is: chicago, bitch

Now you speaking my language

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

Educate yourselves, of africa