This is a song about "Laugh"

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

Baby, you know who you are

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

I fucking hate this job

I have to laugh about that

She always comin back

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

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

Destiney u laugh well should i

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

They laugh and scream and leap

From the back seat, back seat