This is a song about "True religion guns drugs chicago"

And there's little to be glad for

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

How bigotry is justified with twisting our religion,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

True, this diss rips through any crew, like fifty guns hit you

For the first time we truly met was chicago,

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Then take it down slow

That's that chicago lingo

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Taking drugs till your eyes'll hurt, you're a true mess