This is a song about "Cheese string"

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string.

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Rather sit on the side than pull every string,