This is a song about "Friendly toast"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

And that's just some friendly advice.

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

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

And my regime includes east coast

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

Here's some friendly advice, i don't like!

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Where you know you hold that toast