This is a song about "Stray crayons"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

She do everything i say

Now your leading me a stray

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.