This is a song about "Swiss cheese and mike clark"

Mike mike jackson nigga yeah i'm bad

Cus if your love was all i had

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

I can call that bitch to make me a cheese and salami

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

Ima let her be by herself in peace

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

I'll eat you like velveeta when i smother it all on my mac and cheese,