This is a song about "Chief 44"

Kids complainin always sayin that i chief all the blunts, shit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Aye pitch shift this shit man.

Still the man with the pan

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Got older and corrupted, soon chasin big asses/

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right