This is a song about "Nacho cheese"

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

That'll do anything that i please

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I love the money but i hate the cheese

But in the meantime it's lights please