This is a song about "Chef biy"

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

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

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

Acting like you real or something

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

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