This is a song about "Beans on toast"

And my regime includes east coast

Where you know you hold that toast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

Vectrex you tried, emerson arcadia you died, coleco you were close and bally was toast

Must be something you want me to see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Toast, toast to the party!

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Toast, toast to the party!

What them tippers don't see

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three