This is a song about "Butter knife"

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Melt this track like butter

Be my mother lover

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

I'm everything that they call nice

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

She got angry threat me by knife

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

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

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