This is a song about "Butter truffle"

Talking about the god you serve

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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