This is a song about "Peanut sandwiche"

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

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

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

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

What do i really need

A peanut in the heat