This is a song about "Viking hitler space cheese"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

And pray for better days

We're running out of space,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I'm a norse viking hiking all over your psyche

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Man but this ain't no sign language

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich