This is a song about "Laid"

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Gave it all up, laid it all down

And now i don't even try to get laid

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Eat a strip of your organs laid in the sink

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

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

That i made you wait, but i was out there getting laid,

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

The lyrical liaison that youve never laid eyes on

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Since i laid my eyes on you, i really knew/