This is a song about "Peanut brittle"

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

To the beats which i've ridden from this brittle prison that i lived in for days

The world is so typical

Cause you broke me down im so brittle

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

With a honey in the middle

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

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

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme