This is a song about "Lay up"

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Rest in peace, and watch over me at night as i lay

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Scab, fix up look shop joe

They lay log i lay low

Lay off the paper one finger

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I spend it make it right back on a monday

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/