This is a song about "Toaster"

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Take a breath and a pause for the toaster

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

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

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Cause enjoyment isnt gurannted like a little toaster

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

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

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

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

Only bread i had was shit burning in my toaster