This is a song about "Sandwich toaster porn"

Scared off, my advantage i'll eat you like a sandwich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Says money in the air

Your sandwich over there

If you disagree, boy , imma act like muhfuckin toaster and roast ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch