This is a song about "Rat chef"

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You want the same whack which make other rat

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

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Like i wasn't going for like mix-tape of the year

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen