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"

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Too good in between the sheets in the mustang now we call em love seats

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

And mix the shit with guinness liquor, tonic, vomit, smack again,

She’s a star if i ever seen one

All the innocent little children

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

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

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