This is a song about "The stray pube"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

You know i want a piece of that pie

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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