This is a song about "What your life like in chicago"

Its like once you plan out for what you want in life and make it happen,

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

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

What can i do, about your fucken life, a bitch like you don't deserve to survive

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

What is right in my life. if i'm happy let me be.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Music my life what i turn to in time i am fraught,

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Scary shit in life like a poltergeist

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife