This is a song about "Cutting the cheese"

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Cutting past the wrists into the pissed anger fits

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Worse than the wrists your cutting to get em

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I love the money but i hate the cheese

The ones who spent their days cutting

Frightening, so fucking frightening