This is a song about "Cheese"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

But in the meantime it's lights please

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys