This is a song about "The chef"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,