This is a song about "Laying low"

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

One time for the 305, though

They setting the bar low,

Still laying in my bed

Cutting me this worthless check

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

It's laying on a blueprint, a plan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

To come and change my life around

I'm over thing laying on the ground

Im a white kid with the best rhyme, laying out lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon