This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Feeling, of appealing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Of the book of your life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

So here i am at the store for some chips

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit