This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Cause america the terror of,

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Return of the king of flow

People love hodgy i hate you though

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

King of the va, off of those toxins.

She likes the way it hits her lips