This is a song about "Peanut butter"

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

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

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

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