This is a song about "Ceo"

The only thing he needs is a highfive. to the face.with a metal chair.

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

We just went there

The trigger or the chair

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

In her pyjama’s excitedly asking everyone to find a chair

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Grand theft auto: vice city too

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

But now i'm pointin the finger at police