This is a song about "Lay investiture"

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

You wack rappers can go lay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Oh, why do i live this way

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Gotta lay low in the future mane

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Where the influences lay at bay,

Get a glass and put chris on, yea