This is a song about "Chairman"

I hear it in my head

Code red, which means you go red

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

Guilty, but i'm an artist in his prime/

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

These jordan 4′s: check

The numbers burst my head

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Back in my days we rolled a dice and played board games

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

It's like watching pac in his prime/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree