This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Hand to hand in the cold

But it was africa the continent we all came from

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Toast, toast to the party!

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Cinnamon tone women and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

We gotta get back to what really matters

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son