This is a song about "Rat chef"

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

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

Rat race no rat flow hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

Go pop some pills or something

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Know give me a head start

Rat race no rat flow hard

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef