This is a song about "Chef"

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

I hit your block and we can box for fun

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

I put that nigga in his casket

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