This is a song about "Chief kerf"

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

Must be a lady in tha light

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

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

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

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

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave