This is a song about "Pussy cheese"

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

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Stick my dick in a cheese grater

Baby, you know who you are

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Realsed i'm a fucking beast, i never freeze, just stackin cheese,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I'm not a but i'm the bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I love the money but i hate the cheese

I'm everything that they call nice