This is a song about "Master chef"

Never wrong at any level

Master mind my mental

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Fight the master and leave,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I don't wanna obey the master

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric