This is a song about "Chocolate penut butter"

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

And let them lames get your old number

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her