This is a song about "G keef"

That's why i'm makin' money

With a fronted silent g.

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

But apparently its talent g,

Now i can draw your face up pretty

On hip hop and grime my g,