This is a song about "Turd butter"

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

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

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Where i found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular