This is a song about "Halo master chief collection"

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

My talent should take me places i've never been

Carmines and aquas, to add to my collection

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

To this collection of words that i happen to jot

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Control the mind of yo master

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

"whose this nimble lord with a halo"

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

In case i betray my people and master

20 going on 40, life in jeopardy, halo accessory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see