This is a song about "Chef neft"

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

And i'm a just take another guess

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

If we thinking success is only measured by your money