This is a song about "Maid of honor toast"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

A medal of honor i think i deserve it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

Street honor, please honor let a nigga see the light

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

After every show, a dream she hold