This is a song about "Adam the stray pube"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

I got flow for days, my mind knows what to say to all you stray dog needing to be put away

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

You know i want a piece of that pie

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But i don't stray, a track out a day

Then some lady named billie holiday

Cos they suck so hard they're crap can stray a buck...

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck