This is a song about "Baked beans"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

You got some half baked lyrics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Quite baked but half awake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid