This is a song about "Butter pecan"

She should have invited her

Melt this track like butter

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

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

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

A metaphor, for the insecure