This is a song about "The chef"

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

But the chef won't let me me eat nothing

If they could cut out all the busting

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga