This is a song about "Fried butter"

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

You can bring your crew motherfucker

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

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

You fried under that heated lamp,

Welfare, no health care, a true tramp

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

So you finally got the nerve

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her