This is a song about "Cinnamon toast crunch"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Its crunch time i crunch rhymes

Let me rideuntil i get free

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Drinking vodka that's flavored like hot cinnamon

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

But for long time i had gone cold