This is a song about "Chef"

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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