This is a song about "Cheese sticks"

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

And i got a little big, keep it low key

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Now i’m up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

It ain't gon' be no back and forth