This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

People love hodgy i hate you though

Return of the king of flow

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Of potential cases

Is there any love

And i need you to show me love

The things im most scared of