This is a song about "Nacho cheese"

Automatic kill for pennies

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Like being garbage some type of disease

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

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

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

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice