This is a song about "Butter ghee"

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

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

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

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

A metaphor, for the insecure

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

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again