This is a song about "Peanut head"

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

And think alone in my head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

The rhythm gets into your head.

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Indubitably i'm too street

A peanut in the heat

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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