This is a song about "Peanut butter"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Cause talk is cheap

A peanut in the heat

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

And let's change the way we treat each other