This is a song about "Bank rabbits grilled cheese"

And i know - there'll never be peace

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Taking money out the piggy bank

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Formed crust, two rabbits fucking in a bush,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'm just a newbie loosely pullin' lyrics like rabbits in a hat

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I got so much in the bank

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Coming back with this shit bitch