This is a song about "Chef banyard"

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

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

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Cold, my style making my nose run

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

They at the same spot they making no progress

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

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

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

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