This is a song about "Toaster"

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster