This is a song about "Chef boyardi"

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

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

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

I just wanna be higher than that

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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Are you coming?to the point that your running

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing