This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Inferior, but i'm nice

Of the book of your life

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

I try not to obey them at anytime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Top of my pile of bodies

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

The things im most scared of

I'm breathing for a purpose