This is a song about "Getting laid"

This song alone is getting more kids laid than bitches who get paid to fuck,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

The lyrical liaison that youve never laid eyes on

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

So pass the baby oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Gave it all up, laid it all down

Everytime you come around

And now i don't even try to get laid

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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