This is a song about "Truffel butter"

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

Your death's miscella-neous, say hi to mister hades man, these little games

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered