This is a song about "Baby hoes cheese"

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Got tired of running from the police

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I'm everything that they call nice

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich