This is a song about "Chef banyard"

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

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

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

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

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

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy