This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Show me that it's alright

Out of mind out of sight

We raiders of the lost ark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I’m tryna be low key

Thoughts of immortality

So while you worry about the hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Your girlfriend want to follow

Return of the king of flow

Cause time is money

Beaches of normandy.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired