This is a song about "Shushi chef"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

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

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

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