This is a song about "Gangs of chicago"

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands