This is a song about "Cheese biscuits"

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I saw these other niggas playin' 'round, stashin' cheese,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

Got tired of running from the police

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch