This is a song about "Guns and butter"

Melt this track like butter

How simple they are

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Had to pull out the guns and let em pump free

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.