This is a song about "Jars of crafts"

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Raybands...hide the face of,

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

They bringing me fish and chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

But you hate them navel kisses

The things im most scared of

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Cause america the terror of,

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six