This is a song about "Butter"

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

And while i’m in your mother

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

They all see my life from a childish position

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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