This is a song about "Selling toys"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

But along only schemes they was selling us,

The long road to success is dangerous

On toys for my baby princess

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

You fags know; boy, i got toys, ain't talking 'bout hasbro

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though