This is a song about "Sick toys"

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

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

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

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

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

Still listen to big

That they make me fucking sick

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.