This is a song about "Killing in chicago"

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

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

Between living in hell or killing yourself?

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

They all need attention, they call me a g though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago