This is a song about "Coco butter"

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Melt this track like butter

She can't be my mother

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And my regime includes east coast

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

It's just a figment of my imagination i've gone coco i've gone loco up so high