This is a song about "Chef boyardi"

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Carefree i don’t need the stress

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen