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

With that weed in the air

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

I stop and stare at the younger

Melt this track like butter

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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