This is a song about "Mikayla chicago"

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

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

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience