This is a song about "G keef"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

But ion show no love g

And its simple as that baby

20 racks really thats sneaker money

On hip hop and grime my g,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

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

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Now that am no longer b i g

It ain't hard to make money