This is a song about "Sigma chi"

From chi-town i know that hip-hop was never out.

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Quickly moved to chi-town, a place that i grew to hate

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

Chi town represent shout to the nigga sosa

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Like live from the chi', it's saturday night

Killa never let the drama slide

Only if you come to chi and if you join my team,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out