This is a song about "Bum cheese"

Rack rack city bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

"see i won't be a bum"

So keep fronting till my peeps come

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Forever you my bottom bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho