This is a song about "Frito lay"

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

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

If you out there let me hear you say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Gotta lay low in the future mane

Here i go again, falling in love again

Tell me how can we live this way

Put a eighth on lay away

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

Same bitches used to play me though

You wack rappers can go lay

And oh, i gotta find my way

Lay low youll make bank roll

De la soul is from the soul