This is a song about "Bank rabbits grilled cheese"

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Taking money out the piggy bank

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Let's pretend he never dreamed how to break the bank,

To burn innocent rabbits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see