This is a song about "Bad jokes"

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

You spat the lamest jokes on fapping mainly, so

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

All jokes aside you should be horrified

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

You're so dumb, blondes tell jokes about you.

But keep on your clothes

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,