This is a song about "Sabrina carpenter"

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And if i'm down with this banging shit

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

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Was only a woodsman, carried nothing more than a buck, i think she had the blessed brand

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

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

Cause when i make this stew

Paul mason is faster than you