This is a song about "Fire toys"

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

And i ain't frontin for her

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

I was gonna write you a poem today

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

My records sell, yes sir

Your on fire.. your on fire

Ass cap, put em in the river

Fire, i deliver

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys