This is a song about "Peanut butter and jelly"

Make me another brother

Melt this track like butter

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

A peanut in the heat

From the back seat, back seat

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

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

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

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

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

A full time sex slave, never find another

Flow smoother than paula deena butter