This is a song about "Toasts"

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

I'll bring the heat on these exams like i'm making some toast,

Making me cry everytime i see your face,

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

And try to find solutions while i'm higher than a light post

And if you don't laugh, barretta's click, n' they butter your mouth with toast.