This is a song about "Turd butter"

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I got to make sure that i can play here

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

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

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for