This is a song about "Chief keef on drugs"

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Always on point taking drugs in interval

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

You niggas is ryan leaf