This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Top of my pile of bodies

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking at your money

Beaches of normandy.

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

Out of mind out of sight

And i was the light