This is a song about "Cream cheese"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now you speaking my language

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

With a nice vanilla cream

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees