This is a song about "Nipple cheese"

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

And my songs when they reach they official

Maybe from my ass maybe from my third nipple,

I love the money but i hate the cheese

But in the meantime it's lights please

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

That i will leave earth with her

Stick my dick in a cheese grater

And i got a little big, keep it low key

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.