This is a song about "Small peanut"

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

We're barely making dollars at our peanut jobs, close to me,

Just as you rose you will fall

Her tits are fucking small

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

My trademark im small and mental!

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Have no souls indeed

A peanut in the heat

Everybody have's small problems

Stack up your funds like a million bucks