This is a song about "Peanut butter cheesecake"

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And i just want to hold her

Melt this track like butter

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

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

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

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

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost