This is a song about "Comatose toast"

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

A toast to the worst father ever,

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Now don’t it sound legendary

I'mma live and die in cali

Toast, toast to the party!

And my regime includes east coast

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

Hopin' that my niggas see

Toast, toast to the party!