This is a song about "Smelly cheese"

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich