This is a song about "Chef"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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