This is a song about "Chef"

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

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

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress