This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

King of the va, off of those toxins.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Out of mind out of sight

Couple grand when i rock the night

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Thoughts of immortality

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.