This is a song about "Chef dunn"

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

They at the same spot they making no progress

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.