This is a song about "Sick toys"

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

I give bitches dick and leave

Sick twisted fantasies

Play them like they're my pity toys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

With two chicks, sadistic

And thats makin me sick

Which rap will make u sick

State flow hard dick

After lebron, i'm what's next

On toys for my baby princess