This is a song about "Creating pizza toast"

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Toast, toast to the party!

Wanna see you work your body

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Focus on the music your creating,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

How can i portray this

Creating rhymes i'm a blacksmith,