This is a song about "Chef neft"

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Are you coming?to the point that your running

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Living out of a homeless shit

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef