This is a song about "Lazy bitches"

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I'll be productive when you're feeling lazy

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Give a little effort every now and then, but i'm lazy

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Said i'd never get up, i was so lazy,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bitches talk, bitches hate,all that shit dont phase me, truth be told im to fucing lazy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy