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

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Melt this track like butter

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And drinking cheap beer with no buzz, out of old cups

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter