This is a song about "Gangs of chicago"

Our nation have to bow, africa

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

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I miss you at my recent show

That's that chicago lingo

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams