This is a song about "Cheese stringd"

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Oh, why do i live this way

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch