This is a song about "Chef curry"

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

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef