This is a song about "Cheese rubbers chair leg"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

It's crazy how he does it, comes through smooth, no rubbers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch

Kicked the chair out, just sit tight

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Shrapnel and shard in my leg