This is a song about "Buttered toast"

Where you know you hold that toast

And my regime includes east coast

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

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Toast, toast to the party!

Walk that body, talk that body

Toast, toast to the party!

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,