This is a song about "Red dick cheese"

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I love the money but i hate the cheese

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Kushed up and my eye red

And then i saw the red,

These jordan 4′s: check