This is a song about "Expired cheese"

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

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i’m ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

You wonda why they call u bitch

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I saw these other niggas playin' 'round, stashin' cheese,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Stormed by every corner,ur last breath expired,

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes