This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause america the terror of,

All we need is convienient love

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

My direction good, well-rounded type

Out of mind out of sight

Looking at your money

Beaches of normandy.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

But he don't rule a thing

Feeling, of appealing

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Top of my pile of bodies

Not likely like stay long please