This is a song about "Great chicago fire"

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

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Of pleasure, jill you did great

For the occasion, paper planes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

What's with all this fire,

And ejaculate, it feels great

New york, va, dc, get paid

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate