This is a song about "Maid of honor toast"

Maestronomical the name i wear and bear with honor

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Honor roll, fails, impossible,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Time to get her bags get ghost

Where you know you hold that toast

And now with god's touch and healing i can honor my wife.

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Imagine having more people honor u more than a doctor,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for