This is a song about "Chef banyard"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I was born to do the damn thing

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

And if you pay for that yourself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

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

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

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