This is a song about "Chocolate penut butter"

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Could be applied to this shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

I stop and stare at the younger

Melt this track like butter