This is a song about "Toaster strudel"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

All on the furniture with no regards

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster