This is a song about "Air humping ze peanut butter"

With that weed in the air

From out of nowhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Believing the screens or anything there

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

I'm running out of air

They be like where

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see