This is a song about "Shushi chef"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

A clever idea to take something they said

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

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

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

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

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen