This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Raybands...hide the face of,

Here i go again, falling in love

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Feeling, of appealing

But you hate them navel kisses

Of potential cases

Out of mind out of sight

Three times cause fate had my side

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,