This is a song about "Having sex with a block of cheese"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Yo yo, type fast, i dip dabs, having a laugh, taking a blast, of smoke,

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

A lot of girls pussies cause he's fucking malcolm sex

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

And this will be the song that we sing

On a block after a match of boxing

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Having a kid is fine with me

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,