This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Of being of always getting wired

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

Of which im not exactly proud of,

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Top of my pile of bodies

Not likely like stay long please

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

King of the va, off of those toxins.

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Cause america the terror of,