This is a song about "Toys"

On toys for my baby princess

Spending her time with him i guess

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

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

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

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

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy