This is a song about "Peanut butter moons"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

I don't know defeat

A peanut in the heat

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And my regime includes east coast

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Matter fact it's bright for 2, centuries that's many moons

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different