This is a song about "Pocket butter"

You easy stealing picked pocket,

I got some fire and shit

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture