This is a song about "String cheese"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

I respect that you don't know yet

Going hard, like the metal string fret.

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

Forever you my bottom bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

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

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

When you fly as a bitch