This is a song about "Cheese balls"

Don't test me unless you got the balls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

They calling me often to offer me walls

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rack rack city bitch