This is a song about "Chef"

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

So, just tell me something about yourself

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

And i'm a just take another guess

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money