This is a song about "Master chef"

I pipe in and one night her

I don't wanna obey the master

Master mind my mental

Lady at the frank stand will

Or something that you paid for

Control the mind of yo master

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy