This is a song about "Klay thompson"

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

That's that chicago lingo

Your last man was semi pro

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

We ain't playing no fucking games

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile