This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And she would do anything for everything

I used to have a nine to five

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Out of this coviction of feelings

Beaches of normandy.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Raybands...hide the face of,

Trust they seen enough

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there'll never be peace