This is a song about "Trying to make a laugh out of it"

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

We all simple human beings trying to make a place.

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Then rip it out from under like a carpet and laugh

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

Know i just call it head phone

Im trying to make myself known

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

I gotta get out of here, i gotta make it quick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Trying to help the race, at a drastic pace, not make it poorer

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her