This is a song about "Toaster strutle"

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

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over