This is a song about "Reses peanut butter cups and pickles"

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Using solo cups as an ash tray

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Packing blunts, sipping lean in sty cups

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts