This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

Of potential cases

We don't ever make love

The things im most scared of

Wood chain with a jesus

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

See boy she been in love

Raybands...hide the face of,