This is a song about "Boy toy"

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

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

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

All you did was use me and treat me like a toy,

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

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

I must go like fly route

Toy graffers i'm lining out