This is a song about "Butter stick"

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

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

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I have this 16inch long stick

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

She's cute but her forehead's big

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick