This is a song about "Frito lay 1975"

But more importantly taught me to pray

On the right lane, where the curb lay

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Few chips, i get out n' spray

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

What you want me to say

I suggest not to lay

Lay low youll make bank roll

Purify that woman soul

Where the influences lay at bay,

She say she fucking with me the long way