This is a song about "Peanut butter sandwiches"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Of impactful things one can ask for

Flow smoother than paula deena butter