This is a song about "Swiss cheese"

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

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

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

And all my childhood memories

Rondo, green got cheese like a nacho

My niggas is winning though

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I would have been a totally different person

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done