This is a song about "Stale cheese"

I goes in, this is such a cinch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

That’s what i call a fairy tale

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage