This is a song about "Noodle nate hate great fate bread loaf toast"

I felt like it all happened like it was fate, but than i thought it aint that great,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

The first date was great and not full of anger and hate

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Toast, toast to the party!

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

No hate but the "great" is who imma about to assassinate

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Can seem great 'til it ain't, then i hate what i made, and i can't wait to trash it

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

So i speak the language of loaf of bread to the hungry