This is a song about "Lay up"

Lay there with busted shoulders,

So you finally got the nerve

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Take my moms, move away

And then along came the wrong man for her

Lay off the paper one finger

Speed up, patience, please cause

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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

Yeah ain't that what the song say

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

For a perfect mother’s day

Where the influences lay at bay,

Trying to renovate the game

Gotta lay low in the future mane