This is a song about "Gangs of chicago"

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

That kevin love flow

That's that chicago lingo

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw