This is a song about "Stray crayons"

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Now your leading me a stray

And we here to stay

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

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

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero