This is a song about "Pyrex"

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

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

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

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

The most of insane of the crooks, got my fame in the books,

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

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

"fuck 'em all!"'s what i'm chanting, don't complain i'm just ranting

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

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

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Oh and i forgot i'll take a microwaver oven

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin