This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Of being of always getting wired

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Thought this was forever love

Return of the king of flow

At this love thing toe to toe

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Out of mind out of sight

Three times cause fate had my side

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

In front of our building, they was my heroes