This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of being of always getting wired

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Pocket racked up all big faces

The things im most scared of

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Raybands...hide the face of,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause america the terror of,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff