This is a song about "Mac and cheese chemistry"

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Like being garbage some type of disease

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Now i ain't a chemist but yo mom and me got chemistry

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac