This is a song about "Chief keep"

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

And still a nigga made it here

Keep it real yo, keep it keep it real,

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

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

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop