This is a song about "Master chef"

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I don't wanna obey the master

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Master mind my mental

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

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

When i'm the master of events n' master the mic