This is a song about "Cheese head"

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

D.c. all up in this bitch

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And that's why they called you bitch

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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