This is a song about "Peanut butter astronaut"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

And there's little to be glad for

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel