This is a song about "Chief"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

While i'm still chief of these weird emotions

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

Gotta go, let her leave

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right