This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

The time is now, on everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Out of mind out of sight

Jungle fever for the night

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Cause america the terror of,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Feeling, of appealing