This is a song about "Mikayla chicago"

My motto is: chicago, bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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