This is a song about "Butter pancake"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

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

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Penncounting pennys over tha years