This is a song about "Killing in chicago"

That's that chicago lingo

I ain't tryna brag though

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Quietly killing people in the night a secret in plain sight

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

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

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

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

Is written in our souls, africa

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Chicago ain't your city it's just a spot that you chill in

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy