This is a song about "Adam the stray pube"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

And oh, i gotta find my way

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

And if you listening know you wondering

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Me and my microphone could be one