This is a song about "Laugh"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

You act like you sell records kid, you're makin me laugh

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Wanting to end my life , because the women in life would laugh

You don't know class and you look at me and laugh

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Murder y’all now, laugh later

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

So much class, double d’s and ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh