This is a song about "Laughing roulette"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Yeah keep laughing, you and your fake-ass friends/

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with