This is a song about "Wedding toast"

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Toast, toast to the party!

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Vectrex you tried, emerson arcadia you died, coleco you were close and bally was toast

This verse may not be gold, it probably wont ever be sold, because this world is cold,

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

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