This is a song about "Laugh my ass ff"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

I always laugh out loud when i wring my hater's necks,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

So chase the air hide your stash

I turn my back and laugh when my employees would like a lick,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Got my foot on the gas

Fuck me in my fat ass

Whilst i puff this hash and dub the ash into your massive ass and laugh,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class