This is a song about "Easybake oven"

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

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

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

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

I'm everything that they call nice