This is a song about "Stray crayons"

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

I got flow for days, my mind knows what to say to all you stray dog needing to be put away

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

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

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

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