This is a song about "Peanut"

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

A peanut in the heat

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

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

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