This is a song about "Timmys toys"

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

I went to school with the white boys

Play them like they're my pity toys

Fuck toys that disrespect,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy