This is a song about "Toast s suicide"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I’m tryna be low key

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

What up girl, tell me how you been

Suicide depression,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

What them tippers don't see

Toast, toast to the party!

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

He commit suicide

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride