This is a song about "Chef curry"

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm brown and i like curry

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,