This is a song about "Chief jief"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Well my name is chief-o biggest one eva. i fuckin hate mormon.

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

I'm why baby mommas leave