This is a song about "Sex toys"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You would bet on malcolm sex

Me and your mum had rough sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

On toys for my baby princess