This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

The things im most scared of

Raybands...hide the face of,

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Top of my pile of bodies

That'll do anything that i please

Thoughts of immortality

Ye too, but what em did was silly