This is a song about "Chief keef make it count"

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

Tina perm your fucking weave

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys