This is a song about "Almighty chief keef"

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

My raps and verses bang bang like keef

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

If you believe then you can achieve

My flow disarming never calming disturbing and almighty, causin throbbing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees