This is a song about "Chef dylan"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Get off a key like i can’t sing

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

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

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

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself