This is a song about "I have a butter bag"

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

Amen, they say you only live once

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that