This is a song about "Toast s suicide"

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Is a space that now you hold

Where you know you hold that toast

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

They forgot about the fourth coast

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Toast, toast to the party!