This is a song about "Cheese slices"

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Momma say, you making me lose pay

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

And i know - there'll never be peace

I saw these other niggas playin' 'round, stashin' cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch