This is a song about "Stray crayons"

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

Now your leading me a stray

Oh i gotta face the day

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

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

Now everybody put your hands up high

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