This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Raybands...hide the face of,

Trust they seen enough

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Out of this coviction of feelings

By the water, au revoir to my audience