This is a song about "Friendly toast"

Spit that flame leave you weak bitches burnt like toast

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Lack toast tolerant with dairy

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

Never cross me and this could be friendly

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

So raise your glass let's have a toast,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

After every show, a dream she hold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast