This is a song about "Cheese puffs"

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

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

You probably go kukoo for koko puffs

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

So my next joint don't got to be so rough