This is a song about "Lazy pyo"

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

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

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

Plus he’s crazy, lazy like a baby

But five years from now i bet she see

Lazy writing for four lyrics that's what i heard

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

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

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

That i want to rhyme words but first i was lazy

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