This is a song about "Chef g"

A demon that feeds of my inner g

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Knowing you can no longer party

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

So while the world goes drake crazy

But ion show no love g

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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