This is a song about "Butter knife"

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Don't give a fuck, litter life

In prison shanked by a knife

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Melt this track like butter

That's what rains for

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

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

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal