This is a song about "Peanut butter jiff"

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup