This is a song about "Chef neft"

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I was born to do the damn thing

I work hard for everything i get

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

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef