This is a song about "Straight outta chicago"

My inferno simply burns yo, i'm straight outta hell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Is written in our souls, africa

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Then it winks outta sight

She like nigga yeah right

Sliding in and outta her slot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money