This is a song about "Toaster"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

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

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

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

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her