Yeah. This one goes out to all those people giving shout outs.

Let me toast to my parents, God, and the Oxford comma
Without punctuation, the comma would have to be my mama
And a novel, iguana, and an anaconda
Would be some hybrid fauna, a monster, big ups to Contra
Up, up, down, down, left, right, and on and on
Here's to my baby mama's baby’s daddy, and I gotta
Give it to my baby's mama's daddy’s baby’s baby’s mama
Like a stubbed toe, holla, come on RockIt, give some props up
To ionic bonds for being strong when I was weak
Shout out to wind for always being there beneath my wings
Props to my neck for helping keep my head on straight
And to my waistline for meeting me halfway
Here’s to subtraction, you made all the difference
And to Alexa, because you’ve always listened
Thanks to the dictionary for showing me the meaning of life
Now Phosphorescent Hessian, come get on the mic
To my student loans for taking interest in getting me through college
I don’t know how I can repay you for all the knowledge
Thanks to irises for looking out for me
And panegyric salutations for gratuitous verbosity
I take my hat off to my head, which is brimming with mind
And my humility, the best, it has me beaming with pride
To words, without you, I wouldn't know what to say
And a toast to hot crispy buttered bread...Hurray!

Man, I like that toast.
Mmmm, hmmm.
It’s crunchy.
Yo, RockIt.
Yeah.
Remember that time you said that thing about subtraction? That was awesome.
Agreed.
It really added to the track.
Well, I gotta give it up for Phos. For those lines about irises.
Yeah.
I see you. I see you.
You know who’s a real visionary. Dr. Mystery.
Yeah, he is.
Doc, kudos on that comma drop. That was hot.
Like toast.
It’s crunchy.
Mmmm, hmmm.