This is a song about "Lay back smiles"

(lay back, get it big, can i live?)

Had to escape the life

No one knows what to say

You wack rappers can go lay

Miles away but you got no smiles

I wish i could have 25 wives

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Observe: cock and spray

A gentle vessel of cheers smearing smiles off demons & the devil.

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

And as for us, we was different though. things have gotten difficult

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Just to go to liv on a sunday

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay