This is a song about "Chef g"

My slight fo's just talk dirty

But they can't do nothing to a g/

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

I got bigger problems baby

But they can't do nothing to a g/

They say nothings ever free

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Now that am no longer b i g

G stands for g.a.y not genius

Here i go again, searching for love

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Bitch, they call it motor city

A demon that feeds of my inner g