This is a song about "French toast and boobies"

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

Vectrex you tried, emerson arcadia you died, coleco you were close and bally was toast

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Guess i’m different than most

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

These french pancakes give me the crepes

High: that's why they call us planes