This is a song about "Peanut better"

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Not now not ever

Till my mind gets better

So you better run better run son

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

You couldn't come at me with something better,

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen