This is a song about "Love song about moldy pizza rancid butter and flat beer"

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

She got me caught up in the moment

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

I love her and this is why she's my favourite love song

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Talking about big love

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat