This is a song about "Laid"

My plans laid just right, fishing in the moonlight

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Havent been laid in months

Real light jab to opponents

America’s growth requires a new flow to be laid

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Then i'll get laid and it feels fuckin great

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

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

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

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And now i don't even try to get laid

The proverbial lemonade that i made

The lyrical liaison that youve never laid eyes on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don