This is a song about "Chef curry"

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

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,

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Everybody watching while you touching real money

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry