This is a song about "Stale cheese"

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

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Rappers got personas yo that shit is kinda stale

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

You frail artist, ima get rid of ya stale garbage

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich