This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Cause america the terror of,

Cause my thing something vicious

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

And just in time your head is mine

Out of this coviction of feelings

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

So let 'em chase love

The things im most scared of

King of the va, off of those toxins.

It's moe, all i need is more chips