This is a song about "Nan on toast"

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And my regime includes east coast

Wanna see you work your body

Toast, toast to the party!

Where you know you hold that toast

And then we'll be ghost

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

Take your nan for an instance

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

You better hope it won't toast ya

They claim it as their own, africa