This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

Out of this coviction of feelings

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Raybands...hide the face of,

Mama made her pretty

Thoughts of immortality

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I'm the sushi king

Feeling, of appealing

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet