This is a song about "Peanut butter"

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

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

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Of impactful things one can ask for

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she