This is a song about "The lazy song"

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

And that's the feeling i'm trying to describe in this song/

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

This is the end of my fucking song

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

Looking mad lazy with the bud near my ear,

Respect still there but ya boy's right here

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Too lazy to see my mind is shifty / afraid of the peace - a frightened hippie

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

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

Release the song, cash the lot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not