This is a song about "Peanut butter jelly"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here