This is a song about "Toaster"

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

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

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

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

All on the furniture with no regards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You know...you know who you are

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster