This is a song about "Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches"

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

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

And that i spent the night with her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter