It's not cold in Chicago

Div.
It's not cold in Chicago yet.
What the fuck are you doing shivering and quivering with that cigarette in your hand?
You have a wool coat on, cashmere blend.
And you hold in your hand a camel long.
It's not cold in Chicago, Div, you are wrong.
It's not cold in Chicago yet.
You saw your first snow, flurries to be honest.
It has not even snowed yet. It's not a white forest.
Not yet.
Your coat's fabric is made in Italy
And you're standing outside your building, timidly
What the fuck Div, why?
It's not cold in Chicago.
Remember about the man who walks around on the streets?
Torn shorts with broken shoes and a broken mind?
How the fuck must he be feeling?
Are you fucking willing
To be him?
No you're not. So why are you cribbing?
Instead of living
In this fucking city like the boss you are?
It's not even the beginning
It's not even thrilling
So what the fuck are you talking about, Div?
It's not cold in Chicago.
Not fucking yet.
You're standing tall in the streets
You're walking with the beats
Not the ones by Dr. Dre
But I am talking about the music you play
While you're commencing about your 'swag walk'
Enough talk
It's not cold in Chicago yet Div.
Get a hold of your fucking self.
And a hold of those pair of balls you just lost.
It's not cold in Chicago yet Div.
It's only cold in your heart.
Only in your fucking heart.