This is a song about "Beans on toast"

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

The ice ain't really nothing to her

A toast to the worst father ever,

And my regime includes east coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Ten more depending on where wale going

I toast to the part but i don't give in,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Im doper then dopamine,overdosing on coke and beans

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

You better hope it won't toast ya

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Where you know you hold that toast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled