This is a song about "Timmys toys"

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

I don't care when i was a little boy my toys were bombs knives and bitch i even

Fuck toys that disrespect,

Ever since my daddy left

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Play them like they're my pity toys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em