This is a song about "Kenny butler"

So we could kick the butler out and we can make a muffin

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Gerald butler except cool like zoo lander

"contemplate", i wrote about her

"whatever is fair" but i ain't no jerry butler

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet