This is a song about "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 a toaster cook you pop tarts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And all women who had light features, see

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

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.

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over