This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

So here i am at the store for some chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Thoughts of immortality

I like my girls smart, skinny

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Cause america the terror of,

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

Out of mind out of sight

My nigga, its all love

The things im most scared of