This is a song about "Peanut butter sandwiches"

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother