This is a song about "Truffle butter"

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

You know...you know who you are

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

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

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Nothing's gonna compare to the sound in the morning which he wakes.

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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