This is a song about "My old lay"

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

My ride old but my rims new,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

My heart got cold and my mind grew old,

Is a space that now you hold

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Stereotyped cause my accent pop like old videos

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Go to bed. lay down my head. wait for the sun.