This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Took me a while just to write those

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Cause america the terror of,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Of potential cases

All we need is convienient love

Took my heart away from money

Beaches of normandy.

In the club like fuck it, though

Return of the king of flow

Of the book of your life

What we gotta do to survive

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

Top of my pile of bodies