This is a song about "The stray pube"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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