This is a song about "Lays"

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Where my idol lays resting in peace

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

I wish i could kill every fucker that lays eyes on me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Not by choice, the voice in his head enjoys tormenting him whilst he lays in bed,

How about this fucker lays low like his mother did,

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

To him killin is funny, laughing as his victim lays bleeding and sobbing

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Rips rivals with rhyme he busts or lays