This is a song about "The mac and cheese master"

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

New world order and i'm the master of psychological disorders,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Right flows down and they might go nice

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Control the mind of yo master

I don't nothing about that mac but i know about gettin' that cheese,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I don't wanna obey the master