This is a song about "Butter"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt