This is a song about "Peanut butter sandwiches"

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Talking about the god you serve

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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