This is a song about "Chief"

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

The freshest beats that thump the streets for weeks chief,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

We can make more, make babies

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

By any means, if ya like it or not

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