This is a song about "Kudi tu butter"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

And that i spent the night with her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

But for long time i had gone cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast