This is a song about "Peanut butter"

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

A full time sex slave, never find another

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun