This is a song about "Chief kerf"

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

Living my life like i'm living right

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

My chief felt a sense of relief. i'm not a thief but slut , look at your butt,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

And danced around the house in all-over print panties