This is a song about "French toast"

I'm going back to cali

Toast, toast to the party!

I say that the pool is closed

Where you know you hold that toast

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

Toast, toast to the party!

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

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