This is a song about "Butter ghee"

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

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

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front