This is a song about "Tray"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I still remember the moment, at lunch time when you spilled my tray

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Think that i put too much on my tray.

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

I'm impossibly shy, with a mouth as an ash tray

And thats why i got all this food on my tray, nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way