This is a song about "Penut butter"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

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

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

And let's change the way we treat each other

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter