This is a song about "Chef dylan"

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Straight g thing, double m g thing

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

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

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