This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Rub titties in his face and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Of which im not exactly proud of,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

The things im most scared of

Out of mind out of sight

That's how we make it right

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Go like i never seen a red light shine