This is a song about "Baked beans"

Everything ain't what it seems

And has the magic beans

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

We got young people's lives at stake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

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

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.