This is a song about "Cheese burgers"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

Hungry for more burgers,anger fold in curlers,but love nurtures

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

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

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich