This is a song about "The stray pube"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

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

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

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.