This is a song about "Toy soilders"

Toy graffers i'm lining out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Just a misfit toy pull my cord and hear "howdy"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Aura is on steroids think real hard illuminatis toy, but be sure to scare

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there