This is a song about "Chef neft"

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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