This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

Hate it when i leave

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Return of the king of flow

Now them broads gon' follow

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Raybands...hide the face of,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces