This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Where i'm from they is ruthless

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

We getting money, you can face the facts

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Feeling, of appealing

A break from what you hearing

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said