This is a song about "Expired cheese"

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Like being garbage some type of disease

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now you speaking my language

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police