This is a song about "Gangsta grilled cheese"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And that's why they called you bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

With your attitude to match right, don't be phony

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

He tries to be a gangsta,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Purple drank that gangsta lean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies