This is a song about "Eat my toast"

Toast, toast to the party!

Wanna see you work your body

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

My rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

I'ma eat my way into your brain like a fucking caterpillar

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Print a receipt out my ass crack for you to eat.

Eat it with my pistol.

Lady at the frank stand will