This is a song about "Nic butter"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee