This is a song about "Nacho cheese"

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

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

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

I was gonna write you a poem today

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

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

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

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,