This is a song about "Toy helicopter"

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Boy, your a child's toy, go make a human centipede there.

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Cause you're a toy, a fixture, even gandhi will hold it

To toy with em like a fool. im so fucked up, you'd think i graduated from clown school,

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

That's right bitch boy you just a toy to me,

Knowing you can no longer party