This is a song about "Toys r us"

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

I think both of us r stuck together like the sky n the color blue/

Life has put her to the test

Fuck toys that disrespect,

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Growin up i didnt have luxury just a few toys.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em