This is a song about "Dog butter"

Every dog has it's day

So close i could give flip a play

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Barking dog rose from the ashes

That's why i shine like i does

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I stop and stare at the younger

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

They tryin to say that i don't care