This is a song about "Peanut butter jelly time"

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

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

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I mean of course just the same old

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast