This is a song about "The stray pube"

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

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware