This is a song about "Cream cheese"

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

We can make more, make babies

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

With a nice vanilla cream

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch