This is a song about "Chef"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

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

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

But i like you like..like a lil bit

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

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