This is a song about "Grilled cheese"

Now you speaking my language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

But i ain't get to see you today

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch