This is a song about "Cheese puff"

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Coming back with this shit bitch

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

That's the nature of the pass, first you gotta puff

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

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

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,