This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Out of this coviction of feelings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Beaches of normandy.

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Of being of always getting wired

Wood chain with a jesus

The things im most scared of

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet