This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

I think found where your mind was

Of potential cases

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

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

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

Cause there could never be peace

Top of my pile of bodies

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil