[Verse 1: Chefdox]

King Chef 2 need a King Chef, bitch

Married to the money, that’s my chosen bitch

Y’all rappers worrying 'bout my goals, bitch

Fed on a silver spoon, my golden bitch

Doing donuts on my driveway

Then drive away with a live grenade to the highway

To my plug, I know you celibate, but fuck you

Ain’t a fid in my fist, it’s because you

Ran outta fucking dope, thought you sold a lot

Imma take it to yo chef, you can hold the dox

The feds watch me nonstop, pop open a golden box

But they ain’t pulling up, they saw me folding rocks

You don’t like the words coming outta my mouth

I’m catching an 814 to ya house to touch ya spouse

Quiet as a mouse, and I ain’t a rat

I’m wearing an Asian hat and faded off the bat

[Chorus: Solan]

Running up in circles

High as my ambition

Wake up to the matric

It's such an echibition

I'll surrender to my path

I can keep it, just relax

[Verse 2: Chefdox]

Before the hook, I penetrate, I said I’m fricking baked

These rappers more confusing than a Grimace Shake

More confusing than a Hamburglar with nun to take

(I can keep it just relax)

I got women, security, and I been in 'em

I’ve been insecurity like all of these women

They think I’m cheating, I’m not cheating

I’m finding loopholes and exploits

My ex-box is flamboyant

Y’all fucking annoying

Y’all keep playing games, Imma have to destroy it

My life’s like a Nintendo game

I Zelda best weed

I’m Coke and y’all Pepsi

Ya pipsqueak, my peeps get geeked then repeat

Press pause on life

'Cause it’s a single player

Been doing chores all night, I need to escape it

My life’s the Matrix, and they been waiting

"Mr. Chef, what color pill ya takin'?

Red or blue? What about purple?"

Shit, nothing rhymes with purple

I’m on a different pill, dox

My mind’s somewhere outside climbing a hilltop

And it will not stop for no crop top bop

[Chorus: Solan]

Running up in circles

High as my ambition

Wake up to the matric

It's such an echibition

I'll surrender to my path

I can keep it, just relax

[Verse 3: Chefdox]

This my anthem, fuck y’all with passion

Fruity ass rappers with hands in they pants, they be sagging

I’m so cold, imagine a dragon

From North Pole with an accent

Sounds like Aladdin with a long pole

Y’all fucking grass, Imma lawnmow

And after this album, y’all gon' retire—I thought so

To catch up to me, it’s a long road