This is a song about "Turffle butter"

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

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

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Better yet they work my every nerve

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

My tongue is like a butter knife, using it to spread the word!

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee