This is a song about "Sick toys"

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Your fucking attitude makes me sick

And thats makin me sick

Teach you how to rope a chick

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

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Emcees raps made me sick.

I bet you hear that white music

Still listen to big

Which rap will make u sick