This is a song about "Flying cheese wombats"

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

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch

Hey your honor, is you kidding

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Bullets flying, fake homies lying