This is a song about "Chief keef couple bands"

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

And i know - there'll never be peace

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Focus let me show you the light

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

L o u d air i breathe

How they got beef with keef

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Got tired of running from the police

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands