This is a song about "Reese mason"

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I put the nigga in his casket

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

It's just my master plan.

Money long from here to japan

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

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Master of hearts, history's most diabolical innovator

But a mechanic can't fix that, you should know that,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad