This is a song about "Frito lay"

Why i can't move away

On the right lane, where the curb lay

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

(lay back, get it big, can i live?)

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Lay low youll make bank roll

Let's put it on cruise control

Now you lay there demolished

She leave her hair in the sink

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Lay around, overlapping, slap a finger, looking trendy/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And all of that was okay

On the right lane, where the curb lay