This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

As much as i wanna leave

Top of my pile of bodies

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

Out of this coviction of feelings

Not king james, these were coke kings

Beaches of normandy.

And now that i’m getting money

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

The things im most scared of

I feel my work ain't enough