This is a song about "Toast s suicide"

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

And my regime includes east coast

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Have you tried contempting suicide?

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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