This is a song about "Hustling in chicago"

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

Are you comingto the point that your running

We ain't playing no fucking games

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

I get in where i fit in.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

This the chicago school, fool, best i show a little bit of style

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile