This is a song about "Stale cheese"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Turkey bologna with cheese but no nachos

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

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

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And i roast ya bitch

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale