This is a song about "French toast"

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Sky high, iced out paradise

Im sizzlin like french fries

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

They say nothings ever free

Toast, toast to the party!

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Vectrex you tried, emerson arcadia you died, coleco you were close and bally was toast

And my regime includes east coast

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

Im a treat em like his profile pick n make this pussy toast

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

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die