This is a song about "Timmys toys"

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

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

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Play them like they're my pity toys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

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