This is a song about "Greenwood diss to chief keef"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Don' try to diss me or i'll hurt ya.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

This isn't just a fuckin diss kid, to me it's a mission

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

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

You try to talk some shit but your diss is garbage, trash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last