This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

The truth shall be told

Where you know you hold that toast

Toast, toast to the party!

Walk that body, talk that body

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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