This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of being of always getting wired

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

The things im most scared of

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And i need you to show me love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Ass shots is a plus

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Cause america the terror of,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of this coviction of feelings

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my only fear's a wedding ring