This is a song about "Texas toast"

You better hope it won't toast ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

A toast to the worst father ever,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

After every show, a dream she hold

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Toast, toast to the party!

They say nothings ever free