This is a song about "Cheese burge"

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Modify your quota bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

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

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