This is a song about "Baked beans"

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i die before i wake

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Big stacks, no lego bricks

You got some half baked lyrics

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans