This is a song about "Sheeps cheese"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

I'm sure to get rich

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties