This is a song about "Toaster oven"

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

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

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for