This is a song about "Chef boyardi"

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

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

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

So, just tell me something about yourself

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen