This is a song about "Skyler stray"

She can't know where my mother stay

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

But hey, thats okay, ill end this battle off with fuck the stray we all know that

Like skyler, stuck around too long with heisenberg, hit an iceberg/

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.