This is a song about "Chef dunn"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

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

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

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

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy