This is a song about "Chief kief"

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

An #kief, that'll put the #little baby bird to #sleep

Tina perm your fucking weave

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,