This is a song about "Laugh"

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Racing the fast track to nowhere, but the last laugh

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Get up n walk away, just laugh.

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

It's no show but all these niggas wanna laugh//

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Shit i'm the the rapper

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Its funny but don't laugh

So chase the air hide your stash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Rolling while im blowing this stash