This is a song about "Frito lay"

If you feel it, it must be real just

Now you lay there demolished

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

So they taught me to spray

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

People love hodgy i hate you though

Where the influences lay at bay,

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay