This is a song about "Baked beans"

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

When you keep em right beside you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i die before i wake

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

I get baked from the moment i wake, don't tell me is a mistake