This is a song about "Stale cheese"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

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

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Like being garbage some type of disease

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And why the hell am i locked in jail

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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