This is a song about "Bad cheese"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

I saw these other niggas playin' 'round, stashin' cheese,

Rather beatin on the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Gotta say it was a good day