This is a song about "Our chief minister"

Miami nights, made a couple grand

We teach our future our past

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Covering our behinds.

My chief felt a sense of relief. i'm not a thief but slut , look at your butt,

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Your our provider

Huh, i can't interpret her

Got tired of running from the police

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,