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

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Don't got a deal, dinner is toast and jelly

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

They tested with stress that they under

Melt this track like butter

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter