This is a song about "French toast"

You better hope it won't toast ya

How beautiful are thou, africa

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Hopin' that my niggas see

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

And my regime includes east coast

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Toast, toast to the party!

To cali, to cali

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

This shit would leave rosetta stoned