This is a song about "Chief kerf"

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

She likes the way it hits her lips

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

So take the stage just show me what you got

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

The next day you is everybody target