This is a song about "Cheese doodles"

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

I love the money but i hate the cheese

We can make more, make babies

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

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

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch

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

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Masterpiece on the paper y'all full of doodles and scribbles