This is a song about "Mac cheese"

I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas