This is a song about "Peanut butter jelly time"

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

And while i’m in your mother

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

From the back seat, back seat

A peanut in the heat

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here