This is a song about "Money me and chief kref"

Now i'm back with one of my latest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Take my bus and bust down money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

I'm in a another world just call me master chief

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy