This is a song about "Rapping cheese"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze