This is a song about "Truffel butter"

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Melt this track like butter

When we not in summer