This is a song about "Ray charles"

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Laying in my bed watching dvd's on blu ray

But it stoppes at one point then continues like a ray

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Rebel without a cause, swag ray charles

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Oh i gotta face the day

My rhymes are like an electric ray

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

I reminded him about his prison days with face rapist ray