This is a song about "Butter truffle"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter