I could make butter, money, or life, Or be locked away if I cause too much strife Though the plainest form grows on a tree, There are many meanings of me

Switch all my Ps with Ss, and Ss with Ps and now you're doing the opposite of me

I describe a parked car and a heavy stone wall, I’m a state of standing still, not moving at all. But change just one letter an A to an E And suddenly, I’m the paper you use to write me.

Use me to light a spark, or swipe if I spark your interest.

A tune to match, I twist the latch. Tumbling what I fit in, snug. Some Hide A clone of Me, In a fake little stone, you see. Also slang for a certain weight of drug