This is a song about "Rapping cheese"

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I'm everything that they call nice

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

I'm sure to get rich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Smoke cheese all day, getting blown away

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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