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

They forgot about the fourth coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

A full time sex slave, never find another

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

A peanut in the heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

And while i’m in your mother

Melt this track like butter