This is a song about "Toaster"

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

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

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for