This is a song about "Toast it"

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You better hope it won't toast ya

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Face it you're toast, we know his heart is his softest muscle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

To cali, to cali

Toast, toast to the party!

Don't got a deal, dinner is toast and jelly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!

Is a space that now you hold

So raise your glass let's have a toast,