This is a song about "Peanut butter omelette"

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

A peanut in the heat

Sometimes i think, what i need

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Or something that you paid for

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter