This is a song about "String cheese"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Not likely like stay long please

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

But five years from now i bet she see

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

''mic-controller?'' i'm more impressed by mac 'n cheese.

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping