This is a song about "Toast"

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

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

I know that love it could begin

I toast to the part but i don't give in,

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I'm gettin discouraged with her

A toast to the worst father ever,