This is a song about "Sex toys"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I call heads, but i get sex/

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Beat mc's like you than throw em away like broken toys

On toys for my baby princess

And everybody's having sex

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense