This is a song about "Fire toys"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I spit with this lyrical fire,

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

What's with all this fire,

The only time i flirt with her

And there's little to be glad for

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

But then it caught on fire

Just to let you know, you are

Play them like they're my pity toys

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys