This is a song about "Butter"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly