This is a song about "Stray crayons"

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

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

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

Now your leading me a stray

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

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

Same shit you said yesterday

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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