This is a song about "Butter milk titties"

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Your titties got me horny bitch quit getting pushy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,