This is a song about "Comatose toast"

You better hope it won't toast ya

The science and the art, africa

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

I’m tryna be low key

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Toast, toast to the party!

I'm going back to cali

They forgot about the fourth coast

Where you know you hold that toast

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast