This is a song about "Baked beans"

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Everything ain't what it seems

And has the magic beans

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

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

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Can barely walk the city streets

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

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make