This is a song about "Fire toys"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Because my soul spit like fire

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Your on fire.. your on fire

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I spit fire like a fire breathing animal

Left with nothing but eternal fire

Of impactful things one can ask for

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

See, i like the person that you are

I spit with this lyrical fire,