This is a song about "Lazy shit"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'll be productive when you're feeling lazy

Everyday more lazy killing, everyday more crazy tripping.

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

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

I would, but i'm too lazy

Do you think i'm crazy

I'm too lazy to touch a disk

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,