This is a song about "Peanut butter"

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

And let them lames get your old number

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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