This is a song about "Toaster"

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

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

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 can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster

The only time i flirt with her

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

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

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