This is a song about "French toast"

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Toast, toast to the party!

I’m tryna be low key

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

I say that the pool is closed

Where you know you hold that toast