This is a song about "Shushi chef"

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

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

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet