This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Cinnamon tone women and

And get caught, in the moment

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

Now momma told me be careful who you love

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit