This is a song about "Butter"

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose