This is a song about "Laying odds"

Still laying in my bed

Give us this day, our daily bread

Your laying lives out on the line.

But that was only one time

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

The odds your jaws will drop is astromonically high

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Odds that we're gonna flop none, got the game unlocked

Terrible odds on a two faced nickel.

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical