This is a song about "Guns and butter"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

We got dat guns and flow

You got that indie glow

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I wish i could have 25 wives

Im starting to see guns and knives

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen