This is a song about "Getting laid"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

And now i don't even try to get laid

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Well, either that or have you laid out

Gave it all up, laid it all down

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

But i respect everyone who laid bricks down

I know a little betty from downtown