This is a song about "Comatose toast"

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

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Toast, toast to the party!

I'mma live and die in cali

And my regime includes east coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Our nation have to bow, africa

You better hope it won't toast ya

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I toast to the part but i don't give in,