This is a song about "Flying cheese wombats"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Modify your quota bitch

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

First i have potential, now i got them answers

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Don't want to be the king