This is a song about "Mix the peanut butter mix the jelly put it all together tastes good in your belly the feud between the families lasted very long but now they get along since the children are gone his name is romenutter peanut butter he fell in love with the enemy now go "

And now it’s not just a feud, they wanna win the battle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I wanna be famous, the man your children ask what his name,

Y’all knowi always represent my people to tha fullestyeah, i'm that same motherfucker took 5 bullets

Lord created all in six add a double six crucifix is no longer the fix u brought satan into the mix/

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

All the genius in the dirt that's been lost in the mix up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup