This is a song about "Grated cheese"

Coming back with this shit bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I love the money but i hate the cheese

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Unfreeze, with ease. hi eaz. #did #i #mention #i #like #cheese?

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees