This is a song about "Butter pecan"

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

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

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

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here