This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

Of being of always getting wired

So here i am at the store for some chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Here i go again, searching for love

Cause america the terror of,

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Beaches of normandy.

And losin all his money

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Top of my pile of bodies

Cause there could never be peace