This is a song about "Erik chi"

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Chi town represent shout to the nigga sosa

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Only if you come to chi and if you join my team,

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

And if i want to go outside

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

From chi-town i know that hip-hop was never out.