This is a song about "Shushi chef"

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy