This is a song about "String cheese"

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

And all my childhood memories

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

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Now i’m up in this bitch

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

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

When you fly as a bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

The feeling of puttin' words together in a string

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Make room for the groom married to his music

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick