This is a song about "Selling toys"

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

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

Must be something you want me to see

Fuck toys that disrespect,

Bout time i got my respect

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development