This is a song about "Cottage cheese"

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Like being garbage some type of disease

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Now i’m up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos