This is a song about "Fire toys"

Fire, i deliver

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Then some lady named billie holiday

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

On toys for my baby princess

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

So keep fronting till my peeps come

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Play them like they're my pity toys

You know...you know who you are

What's with all this fire,