This is a song about "Peanut butter jelly"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

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

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Bitch i'm all you need

A peanut in the heat

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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