This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Not likely like stay long please

Top of my pile of bodies

Raybands...hide the face of,

Pocket racked up all big faces

We getting money, you can face the facts

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

That's the window into the sky

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Were running wild tonight

Out of mind out of sight

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

The vacancy that sat in my heart