This is a song about "Toaster oven"

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

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

Like an oven overheatin im over reacting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

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