This is a song about "Grilled cheese"

D.c. all up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Ima let her be by herself in peace

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

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

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich