This is a song about "The stray pube"

So close i could give flip a play

Now your leading me a stray

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

Ironically it subs like a hero

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

The bigger the the fun

Baby you're the one

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga