This is a song about "Friendly toast"

Where you know you hold that toast

Hand to hand in the cold

Toast, toast to the party!

Let me rideuntil i get free

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

But i'm also quite friendly, ain't i?

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Never cross me and this could be friendly

Toast, toast to the party!

Wanna see you work your body

I used to be friendly until i got crossed

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