This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Beaches of normandy.

Cause time is money

See, and now life seem hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

The things im most scared of

Got that deep love

Of being of always getting wired

Ummnow i dun been around the world

All we need is convienient love

Cause america the terror of,