This is a song about "Lazy mexicans"

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

That i want to rhyme words but first i was lazy

Teachers said that i was lazy

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

It's shady, lazy, tell me baby

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Dropping bombs without the mortars faster than mexicans

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Plus he’s crazy, lazy like a baby