This is a song about "Chef boyardi"

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

So, just tell me something about yourself

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

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

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