This is a song about "Stale cheese"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I'm slaughtering stale, competition, i got the whole block wishing

Got tired of running from the police

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

Man your lyrics are so stale, your delivery is frail,

I let you know you dealing with dogs

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

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Forever you my bottom bitch