This is a song about "French toast"

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

Women front, they get its cold

And when i start to rise

Im sizzlin like french fries

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

What them tippers don't see

Toast, toast to the party!