This is a song about "Butter pancake"

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I got to make sure that i can play here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun