This is a song about "Comatose toast"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You better hope it won't toast ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

Toast, toast to the party!

Hopin' that my niggas see

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Women front, they get its cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast