This is a song about "Peanut butter burgers"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Hungry for more burgers,anger fold in curlers,but love nurtures

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her