This is a song about "Nigger cheese"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Took me a while just to write those

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away