This is a song about "Sick toys"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Sick twisted fantasies

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

If you out there let me hear you say

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

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Which rap will make u sick

My bitches pure thick