This is a song about "Master chef"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

It's just my master plan.

Money long from here to japan

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Dastardly master rhyme caster

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I don't wanna obey the master

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

Because back then i wasn't a master

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for