This is a song about "Master chef"

Of impactful things one can ask for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

In case i betray my people and master

They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor

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

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Because back then i wasn't a master

I thought i recognized her

Dastardly master rhyme caster