This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Feeling, of appealing

Money ain't a thing

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Where i'm from they is ruthless

The things im most scared of

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Big homie hov said i am close

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Guess they ran out of options

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I think found where your mind was

Cause america the terror of,