This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

And my regime includes east coast

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Let me rideuntil i get free

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Cinnamon tone women and

This how i hear it different

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion

Toast, toast to the party!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You is not hip then i can not coach her

A toast to the worst father ever,