This is a song about "Cocoas butter"

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

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

For happiness, we livin like every day's urgent

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

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

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team