This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

And the v12, that's on various trips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

See, and now life seem hard

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Of potential cases

See boy she been in love

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Credit card late fees

Top of my pile of bodies

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth