This is a song about "Lazy"

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

That i want to rhyme words but first i was lazy

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

No car key and i mean that

I'm so lazy cause you're "great" *clap*

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

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Plus everyone around me is a motherfuckin' lazy ass,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Teachers said that i was lazy

Lazy writing for four lyrics that's what i heard

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word