This is a song about "Making jokes"

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

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes

We will all be tokens and jokes like south park high

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Brighter than yellow bones

Aha you got so many jokes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

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

I may hear black jokes but i stay humble,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will