This is a song about "Fuck chef"

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Just a place that they can come

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,