This is a song about "Stray"

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Now your leading me a stray

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

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

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

So the ones eye has freak don't run