This is a song about "Turd butter"

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

Shit... turd flow- each bar's on my cess pit checklist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Turd flow- each bar's on my cess pit checklist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

So while you worry about the hoes

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

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