This is a song about "Truffle butter"

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

Our history that they stole, africa

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.