This is a song about "Fire toys"

Play them like they're my pity toys

I went to school with the white boys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Baby, you know who you are

Well we start the fire

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I spit with this lyrical fire,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

I got more hoes than tiger