This is a song about "Chef g"

With a fronted silent g.

Oops, i'm so sorry

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Go and diss me you're history missing g

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Never will i ever utter never to myself

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Cause you love me, call me daddy

But they can't do nothing to a g/