This is a song about "Easybake oven"

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

Lyrical oven burning,wrecking rappers like it's nothing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Oh thats right we left them in the oven