This is a song about "Stray"

Now your leading me a stray

I was raised this way

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo