This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Out of mind out of sight

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Beaches of normandy.

Took my heart away from money

Out of this coviction of feelings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives