This is a song about "Macaroni and cheese"

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Ain't stacking the green, only time there's stashing the cheese,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

I saw these other niggas playin' 'round, stashin' cheese,

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

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

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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