This is a song about "Peanut butter"

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

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