This is a song about "Peanut butter jelly sandwiches"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

You can bring your crew motherfucker

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

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Don't got a deal, dinner is toast and jelly

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas