This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

New school, old school outside

Out of mind out of sight

Would look at us all the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Out of this coviction of feelings

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

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

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

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six