This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Thoughts of immortality

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Out of this coviction of feelings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Of potential cases

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Looking at your money

Beaches of normandy.

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You feel it from your head to your toes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes