This is a song about "Master chef"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You're the servant, i'm the master.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Cuz im the female rapping master

Fight the master and leave,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Then the stars don't even matter

Control the mind of yo master

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

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