This is a song about "Toys"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

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

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Spending her time with him i guess

On toys for my baby princess

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

And the toys you bring, i do see 'em

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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