This is a song about "Getting laid"

I can taste the salt from my tears

I've laid dormant for years

And tell me why would we just think about

Well, either that or have you laid out

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Whilst i'm sat here gettin paid, laid on the bed

And i could see you coming home after work late

And now i don't even try to get laid

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

That i made you wait, but i was out there getting laid,

Then i'll get laid and it feels fuckin great

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

And now that i’m getting money