This is a song about "Comatose toast"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things

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

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

And then along came the wrong man for her

A toast to the worst father ever,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

They forgot about the fourth coast

What them tippers don't see

Toast, toast to the party!

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

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