This is a song about "Scab guns and peanut butter"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Saw your girl got a taste and hurled up color like butter cup

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

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

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,