This is a song about "Stray crayons"

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

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

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

Round my motherfuckin way

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.