This is a song about "Kobo laid"

How beautiful are thou, africa

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Eat a strip of your organs laid in the sink

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Emcees love to fuckin' judge me until they're laid to rest,

So pass the baby oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

But i respect everyone who laid bricks down

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

And all the bodies they’ve laid, it ain’t subliminal,

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Over me the same peeps that have died

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight