This is a song about "Dog butter"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Barking dog rose from the ashes

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Cause i break it out a lot

Where are you gonna go, dog

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Okay man you do the drop

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

Racking paper, i'm tracking money dog/

Only real niggas stay on top

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel