This is a song about "Reposted toast"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

They forgot about the fourth coast

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And then we'll be ghost

Where you know you hold that toast

Toast, toast to the party!

Hopin' that my niggas see