This is a song about "The last laugh"

Because of you we are overly dedicated

It's not so funny now to laugh at the success kid

I praise the lord, but disagree with my life so i slice my wrist every night with my sword,

Your dirty rhymes got ya stuck in the pig trough, i got the last laugh so just get lost

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Her hand slipped and everything dropped on the floor everyone started to laugh

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Id laugh like "whats the matter"

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Take me as a joke i bet your soul i'll get the last laugh