This is a song about "Oven mitt"

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I need my hand to be in that big league mitt

Two click-clacks and a burst in the niggas , they be scared and be running with their tears

I rap hip hop so what i am to it, is what mitt romney is to politics

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Mitt romney walkin' inside target, buyin' all the pickets

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

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Oh and i forgot i'll take a microwaver oven

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

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button