This is a song about "You got jokes"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Dude your jokes are a crime against humanity

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Jokes aside, i'd slap you but i don't want to get bitch on my hand/

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,

You in the past me and future on the same watch

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

You got your crew behind you

Straight bad bitches i run, through