This is a song about "Baked beans"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

While scheming on hits

You got some half baked lyrics

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

Evading my death by regaining my strength with sensu beans

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them 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