This is a song about "Getting laid"

Hey, must be the money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Then i'll get laid and it feels fuckin great

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

A laid back chiller, who only taught you how to pilfer

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

First of all your hated boss laid you off, paid you naught,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

The science and the art, africa

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Well, either that or have you laid out

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route