This is a song about "Play time"

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Dramatics have you thinking this a roman play

You better believe i dont play

Reading shit my critics say

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Another round what the song say

These days, i don’t really got time to play

Cause that's the only way to play

And it begins to phase him more each day

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I spend it make it right back on a monday