Yota Cheese Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Yota Cheese Lyrics Meaning

He kicks things off by painting a crazy, cartoon-like picture, saying if Ms. Frizzle were real, she’d be his driver. He’s showing love to his dog, even getting him his own apartment, and saying he’d go all out to protect him. Even in hot Florida weather, he’s staying covered like he’s always ready for action. He flashes a gun and compares the effect to someone having a seizure. Then he compares swinging a gun to swinging a baseball bat—either for protection or intimidation. The energy is wild and confident.

Now he’s brushing off the idea of competition, saying it doesn’t matter who’s next because no one compares to him and his crew. He made it on his own—no one helped him climb to the top. He’s enjoying life with money in his pockets and people around him who are down for him. He’s flexing that freedom and status with no shame.

Then he jumps into some fast, chaotic lines. He jokes about someone being done with basic stuff, while a girl already “chewed his mutton,” meaning she’s already messed with him. He’s parked so many cars, he might as well be working valet. His squad makes people run when they show up, like a flood pushing people out. They hop in their cars and “surf” through the streets while making their enemies panic. He warns not to copy slang like “slatt,” and jokes that even the best surfer couldn’t ride his wave. There’s danger, speed, and chaos—people getting “flipped,” meaning attacked, while they’re distracted, and the crew is always armed. He compares himself to a spinning dreidel, staying in motion and unpredictable.

Here he talks about working hard to get where he is. When others built something, he saw problems and burned the bridge—he’s not following their path. He got iced out, meaning he bought expensive jewelry, and jokes his name should’ve been Kerwin (possibly a reference to something stylish or cool). He’s a kid from the streets now rolling in the suburbs. He’s clean in appearance, not relying on fake stuff. He takes shots at people acting fancy but fake, like they’re laying eggs but not real fish—just putting on a show.

He keeps it raw here, saying he’s about to blow up like a sperm whale—big and explosive. He’s got a lot of style (drip), and no one can wash it off. He mentions a Mikvah, a Jewish purification bath, saying he feels spiritually clean and like a merman swimming through it all. He’s going from hood to temple in his Toyota, connecting his Jewish roots to his current lifestyle. His shooter went from innocence to violence, flying out and coming back with a “body,” meaning he did something serious.

Then he’s hanging out with someone named Wally, remembering tricks and skating days. He calls out rappers who copy his style. He says he’s got “trick” in his name, like Alan Gelfand, a famous skater. When he sees an enemy, he reacts quick—like doing an ollie. He remembers dangerous times too, like seeing someone get hurt or killed and being shook by it.

He circles back to the earlier chorus themes—nobody else matters, he made it on his own, and he’s living it up with money and girls. He repeats the chaotic flood and car lines, driving home that he and his crew dominate the scene, stay active, and don’t let anyone ride their wave. He’s earned his place, repping both the “Yota gang” and “dreidel gang,” mixing street with culture while stacking up money in the studio.