This is a song about "Stale cheese"

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Insincere when standing alone/ heart beating/ becoming stale and frantic/

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities