This is a song about "The lazy song"

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

This is the end of my fucking song

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

Go! you free to go about your business

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

It'll be done before the tearing end of the song.

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Gettin high burning the runways lifted n dazed, easy days lazy ways

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since