This is a song about "Toaster strutle"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

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.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

And the streets is getting colder

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster