This is a song about "Peanut butter"

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

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

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber