This is a song about "X ray machines"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

They gon' love me for my ambition

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

No ray of joyi'm the boy