This is a song about "Chef dylan"

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

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

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself