This is a song about "Chef knife"

Got her going down, no teeth

Hand over the knife please

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

Grab my knife and my gun

Go where you ain't been

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

In prison shanked by a knife

Right flows down and they might go nice

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

The winged angel with a knife

Conversating on my life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Felt like i was bein' cut by a knife