This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Hop in and let me test drive

Of the book of your life

Why not me the same thing

Feeling, of appealing

Out of this coviction of feelings

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

The things im most scared of

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Raybands...hide the face of,

Cause my thing something vicious

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential