This is a song about "Cheese balls"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Your balls get susan boyle

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Sittin on bowling balls

Kirko paint her walls

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Automatic kill for pennies