This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And my regime includes east coast

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You're a synonym for shit on a stick sprinkled with some cinnamon

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Cinnamon tone women and

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Where you know you hold that toast

Choking on my own vomit like cinnamon

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

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I mean of course just the same old

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast