This is a song about "Chef dunn"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

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

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

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

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily