This is a song about "Apple butter"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Melt this track like butter

The only time i flirt with her

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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