This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of the book of your life

I need a backyard full court size

See boy she been in love

Of potential cases

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Top of my pile of bodies

So if you wanna leave