This is a song about "Oven"

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring