This is a song about "Guns and butter"

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

So gon' and be my dealer baby

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

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Cause they don't hear the shit im saying hunger

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And my guns are directors

Talking about the god you serve

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And i drop top off in a hot cold