This is a song about "Peanut butter and jelly"

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I mean of course just the same old