This is a song about "Dog butter"

Melt this track like butter

Huh, i can't interpret her

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Ima keep that on the low

Dirt dog, no tony romo

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth