This is a song about "Peanut butter"

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And my regime includes east coast

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Swear i will murk any beat

A peanut in the heat

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

You know...you know who you are

Flow smoother than paula deena butter