This is a song about "Peanut butter death down syndromee"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

A peanut in the heat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast