This is a song about "Toys"

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

Something wicked this way come

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

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

See, it's something about commitment though

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

On toys for my baby princess

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Go back to your toys, y'all ain't sexy.

And i got a little big, keep it low key