This is a song about "Stray animals"

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Cold, my style making my nose run

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

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

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Treating us like animals shooting us like antelope

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

‘till y'all critics turn to animals like doctor moreau,

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I'd rather eat dead animals then cannonballs or cannibals.

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

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

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

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why