This is a song about "The real relax"

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

Relapse, gotta relax, make real raps, eat snacks.

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

We getting money, you can face the facts

A little worked up so i'll relax with the pax

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

No one knew the real me

And its simple as that baby

Sometimes i just sit back relax and stare at the skies

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies