This is a song about "Peanut brittle"

A peanut in the heat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I brittle your ribs, you the type of guy that fiddles with kids

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

But for long time i had gone cold

Baby i am professional

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

You saying you dominate is like showing a fake id saying your last names

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her