Chi (town)

Bust off into the heavens for the niggas who fell

And hit the L for the niggas who fell

So as I dwell on the death of a nigga with wealth when

The real couldn't even get enough of the hell

Cause well

Who would've tell that my niggas in jail are under braille conditions

Low vision as well

I pictured him a boss now he laid in a cell

I couldn't tell even though

It ain't hard to tell

Silent but deadly type rebel

Next thing you know the nigga trapped and can't see well