This is a song about "Chief leschi"

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

Got tired of running from the police

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

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

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

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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