This is a song about "Lay up"

Where the influences lay at bay,

She say she fucking with me the long way

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

No matter what how i lay,

Same shit you said yesterday

I said i'm hurting her

Lay off the paper one finger

Please hold your applause

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Gotta lay low in the future mane

But thats where you can lay

Right where you stay

She do everything i say

On the right lane, where the curb lay