This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Of being of always getting wired

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

And ask me how was my night

Out of mind out of sight

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Thoughts of immortality

Cause some of you bitches funny

Beaches of normandy.

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai