This is a song about "Chief love keef"

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

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

She's every love song that i love singing

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Show me love show me fuckin love

Pocket racked up all big faces

Wondering when the fuck will chief keef grow up? who knows?

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,