This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Beaches of normandy.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Of being of always getting wired

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Top of my pile of bodies

Out of mind out of sight

These shows be packing tight

Huh, got to get better with time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

You got that indie glow

Return of the king of flow

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.