This is a song about "Cinnamon toast crunch"

Toast, toast to the party!

I'mma live and die in cali

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Toast, toast to the party!

And not a copy

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,