This is a song about "Chief keef dope game"

But lil' mama so dope

Ever since then i had no job

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

Nice flow / my minds dope

I fucking hate this job

Used to find dope in his coat

Said they smokin on that dope

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet