This is a song about "Lazy legs"

You have no job, just lazy.

What them tippers don't see

That i want to rhyme words but first i was lazy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Legs... stamina's up as i run this

I'm in love with your business

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

If you call that work well then you're ultra lazy

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I've been lacking skill i know i'm lazy,