This is a song about "Cheese balls"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My rapping made you soil

My balls get lubed in oil

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

His balls hang awkwardly isosceles

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich