This is a song about "Easybake oven"

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

Are you comingto the point that your running

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box