This is a song about "Friendly toast"

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

And my regime includes east coast

Shawty when i was 20 i had a camry and tokens

Trippin' on these friendly faces and friendly notions.

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

Pass the courvoisier and i'll bust rhymes as i toast to this,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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