This is a song about "Butter knife"

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Sky high, iced out paradise

Hide yo' wife, grab a knife,

She got angry threat me by knife

I'm going through something with life

So you finally got the nerve

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers