This is a song about "Penut butter"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter