This is a song about "Frito lay"

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

But thats where you can lay

After that, she say

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

So i lay alone while you lay with #him, pills leading me to my grave...

I've got so much to say

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

Where the influences lay at bay,

For a perfect mother’s day

I suggest not to lay

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/