This is a song about "Lazy ness"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Just a lazy egotistacal rapper,

I wake up at 3pm late because i'm lazy

Ain't no better swimming in the ocean of your lady

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You have no job, just lazy.

This pothead's a monster yo, i guess i'm loch ness

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less