This is a song about "French toast"

Toast, toast to the party!

Oops, i'm so sorry

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

A toast to the worst father ever,

See, i like the person that you are

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

You better hope it won't toast ya

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Buy some french fries, then i get high

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

After every show, a dream she hold