This is a song about "Chief keef couple bands"

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Cause there could never be peace

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Bands will make her dance so baby go

The world looking out, they on the front row

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,