This is a song about "Peaunt butter"

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Are you perfect motherfucker

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

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

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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