This is a song about "Butter ghee"

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

But for long time i had gone cold

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter