This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art

Let's have a toast for this new love

The things im most scared of

Raybands...hide the face of,

Wood chain with a jesus

And panned out, i'm all in love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

Of potential cases

Ass shots is a plus

Cause america the terror of,

And i ain't never plan to be famous