This is a song about "Fire toys"

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Play them like they're my pity toys

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

Your on fire.. your on fire

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Beat mc's like you than throw em away like broken toys

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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