This is a song about "Pussy cheese"

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

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

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Stick my dick in a cheese grater

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

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

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

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

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

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

And i know - there'll never be peace

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace