This is a song about "Sick toys"

Play them like they're my pity toys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Which rap will make u sick

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Sick twisted fantasies

Lights please, lights please

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Sick twisted fantasies

Trap our young black seeds

Really made me feel sick.

You just do your thing chick