This is a song about "Butter knife"

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

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

I'm everything that they call nice

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

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

In one way or another

Melt this track like butter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter