This is a song about "String cheese"

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I rock my motherfuckin' crew like a string of razor blades,

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

I love the money but i hate the cheese

I'm everything that they call nice

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack