This is a song about "I like cheese"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I make more cheese than cheddar water's wet but i'm wetter

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

I don't nothing about that mac but i know about gettin' that cheese,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Throw d's on that bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich