This is a song about "Friendly toast"

But for long time i had gone cold

I spit flames that leave that bitch burnt like toast

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Better use protection, bless me please father, i'll be toast

Never cross me and this could be friendly

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Now i'm dope, wonderbread we can toast

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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