This is a song about "Nic butter"

I'm sure you get the point and i prefer you throw it urgent

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun