This is a song about "Beat toy"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

What happened to em, innocently used to play with and adore toy trucks

I fuckin placed you in boy, so stop playin with yo' toy, you'll have time to do that

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Never lookin for a handout

Toy graffers i'm lining out

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Indubitably i'm too street

Endless sporadic on the beat,

That's right bitch boy you just a toy to me,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy