This is a song about "Chief keef private jets"

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Let me find a new exit in this coral reef, who's keef

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

With ya girl on another man's private center.

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

We allies with israel but we given egypt new fighter jets!

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,