This is a song about "Dropouts in chicago"

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

In every thought, in every word

That bitch was racist, got me fired

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Toddlers in tiaras,

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

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago