This is a song about "Chef banyard"

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

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

They at the same spot they making no progress

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

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

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

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