This is a song about "Ass cheese"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

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

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Got tired of running from the police

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese