This is a song about "Chef man on the opp block"

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Hes the new kid on the block

You know i am not gon stop

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself