This is a song about "Pocket butter"

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

This chick played with my rocket through my pocket

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

As: and while you’re in my mother

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Theres a hole in my pocket