This is a song about "Lay up"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

She can't know where my mother stay

No matter what how i lay,

So i lay alone while you lay with #him, pills leading me to my grave...

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Put a eighth on lay away

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say