This is a song about "Butter truffle"

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

And there's little to be glad for

See, she would complained of the tested nature

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

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

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

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes