This is a song about "Butter pancake"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

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

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for