This is a song about "Oven"

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

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

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing