This is a song about "Smart toaster"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

We in the big thingseat a dick man

For how smart i really am

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Killing this shit, no closure, burned out like a toaster.

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And the word most important

Half smart as forrest gump,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

They say street smart will keep me alive

Hope all over again, we can start

You always said worker smart not hard

Knew a couple smart girls that turned into hoes for tuition

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin