This is a song about "Laid back"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I thought i was laid back, gues it's an untrue fact

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

That means i wanna be the highest

Eat a strip of your organs laid in the sink

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Never laid a fist on you

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

My balls get lubed in oil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

A baby's born, trumpet sounds, jesus in the manger laid,

Im washin off another plate

And now i don't even try to get laid