This is a song about "Fuck chef"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Oldest nation on this earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

On they twitter writing novels, see

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

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