This is a song about "String cheese"

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Automatic kill for pennies

On the real... i fuckin' love mac 'n cheese!

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

Kick back and know yo son set

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Guess what you loose, now please go hang yourself with a string

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch