This is a song about "Fuck toys"

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Something wicked this way come

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

Play them like they're my pity toys

I went to school with the white boys