This is a song about "Cheese balls"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch

So take my bat and these base balls

Alcohol and booty calls

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Now im doing cannon balls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth