This is a song about "Bank rabbits grilled cheese"

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i’m ballin' bitch

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

To burn innocent rabbits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Im focused on a bigger bank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth