This is a song about "Chief kerf"

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Oh, chief keef, let me tell u something where ur teeth

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Well my name is chief-o biggest one eva. i fuckin hate mormon.

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

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Kids complainin always sayin that i chief all the blunts, shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees