This is a song about "Cinnamon toast cruch"

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

You little young-ass motherfuckers

And they spin on my dick cinnamon swirls

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Where you know you hold that toast

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Toast, toast to the party!

Choking on some cinnamon. my sick rhymes are venomous.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love