This is a song about "Cray"

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Lately my mind's been busy and cray

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Oh you're cray baby stands for crazy lady

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

This kids started to spit and shit's about to get cray cray"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

So bare with me im many types of cray.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Round my motherfuckin way

My flows fucking cray cray