This is a song about "Nob cheese"

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Oh, why do i live this way

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

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

I love the money but i hate the cheese

You make a nigga sing songs nice

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Ima let her be by herself in peace