This is a song about "Chief kiev"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

Chief mindvoid, put 'em on jeopardize,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef