This is a song about "Grill cheese"

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Nas told me life's a bitch

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch