This is a song about "Jelly jump"

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Now this is what i call an evening

In this beef you may have got the jump

But she's not alonemiss independent

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

So i jump back on this track

Snapple fact: you rather wack