This is a song about "Peanut butter moons"

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

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled