This is a song about "Artisinal cheese"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Coming back with this shit bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

She say all men treat her wrong way

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze