This is a song about "Grill cheese"

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

Shit, we don't believe none of them

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys