This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Make a nigga cough like a spoonful of cinnamon

All this paper i fold

Where you know you hold that toast

Im a treat em like his profile pick n make this pussy toast

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

After every show, a dream she hold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

I'll bring the heat on these exams like i'm making some toast,

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast