This is a song about "Master chef"

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

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

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

Dastardly master rhyme caster

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Just so happens mine they prefer

Call me master splinter

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Fight the master and leave,

You niggas is ryan leaf

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

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,