This is a song about "Our chief minister"

I'm in hell so i inhale, blast the music up from chief keef,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Just hustling you understand

We teach our future our past

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Covering our behinds.

Inferior, but i'm nice

Once again it's the sinister, cynical, minister shady

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday