This is a song about "Cream cheese"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

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

With a nice vanilla cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch