This is a song about "Laugh"

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

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I have to laugh about that

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Cause you're most likely to crash

When they see that needle they can't help but laugh

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

I was like dr. dre, though, i have to laugh

Does a stripper love to shake that ass