This is a song about "Master chief"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Kids complainin always sayin that i chief all the blunts, shit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Got tired of running from the police

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Rap commander and chief, post it up on some keef

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Cuz im the female rapping master