This is a song about "My old toy"

If you know like i know, you should lie low

I run and rub my crotch upon an old hobo

Like i say all the time that lil boys my favorite toy.

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Stand for something or die in the morning

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

In my old school, with the naughty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Just a misfit toy pull my cord and hear "howdy"