This is a song about "Chef dunn"

What’s done is done, and dunn you get what you got coming

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

On the bible you can run

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

But you're loving mine i am the shit

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free