This is a song about "Sick toys"

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Which rap will make you sick

Small, but you talkin' big

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

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Emcees raps made me sick.

My bitches pure thick

Killing these niggas off quick

I think nova scotias sick

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet