This is a song about "Butter pecan"

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

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

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

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter