This is a song about "Bank rabbits grilled cheese"

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

To burn innocent rabbits

Ever since then i was labeled a bandit well fuck it im a dog to you rabbits

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

You wonda why they call u bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I just write that right by a mic stand

In a convoy to the bank

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps