This is a song about "Toys"

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Fuck toys that disrespect,

Hold my tears i tried my best

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

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Beat mc's like you than throw em away like broken toys

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys