This is a song about "Chief keef bang chicago savage"

In rap track that's this savage

My mama smoked so god damn much

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

Well goddamn, now i be the man

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Still the man with the pan

Finger finger bang bang

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

That's that chicago lingo