This is a song about "Cheese camera stop police"

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I see the lights the camera and the fame

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Go where you ain't been

Lights camera action

I drink underage, and scream fuck the police,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And that's why they called you bitch