This is a song about "Peanut butter"

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

A peanut in the heat

But don't fall asleep

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one