This is a song about "Nigga cant laid"

The lyrical liaison that youve never laid eyes on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I came up hungry

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And now i don't even try to get laid

But i respect everyone who laid bricks down

All my other people that dance around

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Then i'll get laid and it feels fuckin great

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

A laid back chiller, who only taught you how to pilfer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

You a little nigga that cant even compete