This is a song about "Brain disorder jokes"

Soak like yoke, yapping non-funny jokes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Cracking the jokes, laughing, and half are just ghosts,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Matter fact, i mortar guys n' before disorder dies, i more than horrify

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Shit i been heard that niggas been working

On this disorder pull the cord or swing