This is a song about "Butter knife"

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

She got angry threat me by knife

Bring the battering ram where you live

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber