This is a song about "Chef"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

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

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free