This is a song about "Peanut butter in condoms"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Ahh found a few condoms in your laundry and you told me you kept it for a friend