This is a song about "Stove"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

What i'm doin i just blow, my head is a stove top

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I showed emotion, lighted up the coal, shoved my love in your stove,

Get smacked with a batch of the hot flow from his stove

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

It flew across the globe and heated the hearts like a stove

Third eye stay safe in my stove like beef stew

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop