This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Blasting out some backyard

Let me rideuntil i get free

Thoughts of immortality

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Guess that means you can never be mine

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Know it good when she go no hands

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.