This is a song about "Laying dead"

Sunroof flow so over your head

Laying live souls on your damn death bed,

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Still laying in my bed

Kick back and know yo son set

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

That i will leave earth with her

Laying in a valient pasture

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Just playing around, laying some ground for what comes next