This is a song about "Pussy truffle butter"

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Good love then i can do that for her

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer