This is a song about "Chicago chief keef"

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

This summer gone be mine though

That's that chicago lingo

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?

My motto is: chicago, bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Got a beans if you wanna pop