This is a song about "Cottage cheese"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Man but this ain't no sign language

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease