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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

It's that crack, give you something to sell

No diss to lucifer, because he raps real well

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'm not trying to diss but this came from y'all ignorance

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

You easy to diss you breezy piss

Uppity bitches, handling business

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And remember you're the one who starts to diss