This is a song about "Chef killing and grillin"

Made a living and a killing off it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its laying on me and killing me

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Drug-induced teens hear killing and go renegade,

Let em marinate, you forever late

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

So, just tell me something about yourself

Id be killing corrupt mother fuckers, peadophiles and rapists

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Made a living and a killing off it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target