This is a song about "Stale cheese"

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

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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