This is a song about "Beans on toast"

I mean of course just the same old

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

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

After every show, a dream she hold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Im a treat em like his profile pick n make this pussy toast

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Toast, toast to the party!

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Where you know you hold that toast