This is a song about "Sick toys"

And it rules everything around them

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

Sick twisted fantasies

But in the meantime it's lights please

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

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

That they make me fucking sick

Turn up that music

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

Got her going down, no teeth

Sick twisted fantasies