This is a song about "Baked beans"

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

And has the magic beans

All that ass in your jeans

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

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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