This is a song about "Chief keff diss"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

I just light up and focus

You cant even write a good diss?

Cause you are on the diss,

And you ride with this

Raised by a momma who, who

I dont try to diss you

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

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

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

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

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Because this record is only to diss