This is a song about "Chef man on the opp block"

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

Ever since then i had no job

Block the pass, we on top/

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not