This is a song about "Fire toys"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

I spit with this lyrical fire,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Play them like they're my pity toys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Ryan spits hot fire

That i will leave earth with her

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Because my soul spit like fire

And the food could have been finer

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are